"Care to dance?" I turned and looked to see the sweetest thing ever. My boyfriend, standing in the middle of the school parking lot with a small boombox sitting next to him. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. (He had offered me his sweatshirt when we walked outside when I had shivered in the cold, winter air.) He hit the play button and my eyes filled with tears. Our song was softly playing, causing the atmosphere to become even more romantic. Everybody had mostly already cleared the parking lot, leaving just me and him. He offered me his hand and I took it gladly, nodding. He pulled me close to him, putting one hand on my waist and the other still holding my right hand. We began to sway to the beat of the music, completely silent. His chocolate brown eyes held mine in an unbreakable gaze. I loved this. It was perfect… As we were dancing, it suddenly started to pour down rain. We were too caught up in each other's eyes, we didn't care that we were soaking wet. The song came to an end, but we didn't stop swaying. We kept dancing to the beat of music that wasn't playing anymore. He soon stopped us, pressed his hands on either side of my face and kissed me passionetly. I threw my arms around him and was lost in the kiss. I loved him so much. He was perfect… I liked to kiss him in the rain.